Page 29 of Reptile Dysfunction (Harmony Glen #11)
When I’m fully seated within her, we both pause, breathing heavily. The sensation of her tight, wet heat gripping my cock threatens to undo me immediately. She’s so goddamn perfect—hot velvet wrapped around steel, her inner walls fluttering as she adjusts to my considerable size.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” I groan, fighting the urge to pound into her immediately. “So tight. So wet. Like your pussy was made just for my cock.”
“Move,” she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, Thad. I need you to fuck me.”
The connection feels monumental—this joining of bodies that somehow transcends the merely physical.
I catch her gaze and deliberately let my eyes shift to that deep amber, pupils narrowing to vertical slits as the ancient compulsion power flows through me, making her shiver with both desire and the weight of otherworldly magic.
“How does this feel?” I ask as I begin to move within her.
“Like what I’ve searched for my whole life,” she gasps, the honest words pulled from her by magic and sensation. “Like I was made for you. Like nothing else will ever be enough.”
“And this?” I adjust my angle, hitting that spot that makes her arch beneath me.
“Perfect,” she cries out, unable to lie under the gentle compulsion. “You’re perfect. This is perfect. I never want it to end.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, ankles locking at the small of my back, drawing me even deeper.
“Move,” she whispers, her palms restless as they roam down my back to my ass and back to my shoulders. “Please.”
I begin with slow, measured thrusts, watching her face for every flicker of reaction. Her lips part on silent gasps, her eyes half-lidded but still fixed on mine. With each slick withdrawal and pounding return, the tension builds between us, a coiling spring of pleasure that demands release.
Gradually, I increase the pace, driven by her encouraging moans and the way her hips rise to meet each thrust. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by our ragged breathing.
“You feel so good,” I tell her, voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. “So perfect around me.”
Her inner muscles clench in response to my words, drawing a harsh curse from my lips. One of her hands slides between us, finding where we’re joined, and the sight of her touching herself while I move inside her nearly undoes me completely.
“That’s it,” I encourage, adjusting the angle to hit the spot that makes her entire body tremble. “Show me what you need.”
Her movements grow more desperate, her breathing shallow and quick.
I can feel her teetering on the edge, so close to release that her entire body vibrates with it.
Leaning down, I capture her mouth in a kiss that contains everything I’m not yet ready to say aloud—possession and tenderness and something perilously close to love.
When she comes, it’s glorious—her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise, her back arching as she screams my name, her whole body shaking as the orgasm tears through her. I feel every pulse, every contraction, as she comes apart beneath me.
“That’s it,” I growl, my own release building. “Come on my cock. Let me feel how much you want this.”
Her second release hits just as I lose control, and I bury myself deep with a roar, pumping her full of my seed while she milks every drop from me.
For several heartbeats, we remain locked together, bodies trembling with aftershocks.
When I finally ease to the side to avoid crushing her, my snakes are unusually quiet, satiated in a way that mirrors my own bone-deep contentment.
“That was… delicious.” She laughs, and since we’re still joined together on our sides, I feel her inner walls spasming against my cock in her joy.
“Yeah,” I agree. “Keep laughing. It feels good.”
My comment does its job, giving her a little fit of giggles, but soon the laughter dies down and she curls closer, her head fitting naturally into the space between my shoulder and neck. My arm wraps around her, holding her close as our heartbeats slow to normal.
“That was incredible,” she murmurs against my chest, her fingers tracing gentle patterns on my skin. “You’re incredible.”
Something warm and vulnerable unfurls in my chest at her words. “So are you.” My hand finds hers, threading our fingers together. “Stay tonight?”
“Try to make me leave.” Her voice holds a smile, soft and sleepy. “Besides, someone needs to make sure you don’t have any muscle spasms after that performance.”
“My back feels perfect, thanks to you.” Sterling shifts to curl more protectively around her throat, and I feel a fierce satisfaction at the sight. “All of me feels perfect when I’m with you.”
She tilts her head up to meet my eyes in the moonlight. “Thad?”
“Yeah?”
“You are so special, Thad. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” Her voice carries a vulnerability that matches the emotion building in my chest. “I need you to know that.”
“I know,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “It meant something to me too. More than I’m ready to put into words.”
“Good.” She settles against me again, her breathing already evening out. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”
As she drifts toward sleep, safe in my arms with Sterling maintaining his gentle claim, I watch the play of moonlight across her peaceful face.
Tomorrow is the Revelation Day celebration—Guardian Solutions’ official debut, and the water ballet performance. But tonight, all that matters is the woman in my arms who chose me.